Got the summer blues
Under slate grey sky
It’s such an empty feeling
I could cry forever
I see such beauty
Rowan trees in fruit out of season
Blood red berries
Birds won’t feed they fly clever
Connections are broken
Time spins down
We lie by the ocean
Watch our skin burn
I’ll try and read a book
Write a letter home
I’m a cacophony of emotion
Can’t make a sound
The waves are lapping
The sun is dipping down
We’ve been slipping
My glass is empty now
Need to fill it up
Tomorrow we go back to Dublin town
Under slate grey sky
26/07/2023 Wednesday 729
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